Get Creative

[Erik Destler]

Erik groaned as he dragged the last of the bean bags into the classroom, tossing them in a rather haphazard circle. In a lot of ways he felt a bit peeved, in others he was almost amused. A little birdy had told him that the thing about his class that upset his students the most, was the loss of the beanbags used by his predecessor. Seriously? Of all things to comment on, the beanbags were what they took away from his class? He sighed, fine, whatever. Beanbags it is!

Plopping himself in a deep red beanbag, he lounged and waited for his class to come in. He hoped the return of their precious beanbags would make them happy, and get them focused on what they were going to be doing today. He hoped today's little activity would entertain them at least, even the people were were obviously just here because they needed another elective and just did a pen-drop on the sheet. When the bell rang he sat up, and engaged his class. "Good morning, for those of you who are new, my name is Mr. Destler but just Erik is fine. For those of you who are old, take notice I have returned your precious beanbags, your welcome," he announced with a smirk.

Once he had their attention he got right into it, "Today we're going to do a little activity involving improvisation. Improv is a skill that any great actor or actress must master, and the key to it all is simply using your imagination."

He reached behind his beanbag, pulling out a plain wicker basket. "Here we have a plain basket. We're going to pass this basket around, and I want you to use your imaginations and turn this basket into something else. Thing is, you cannot repeat any objects. So, I'll start by taking the easiest one, which should make you all think."

Taking the basket, he turned it upsidedown and set it on his head, "Voila! It is a hat!" Taking it off, he passed it to the student sitting to his right and silently prayed they wouldn't just declare this activity stupid and not even try.

Adonya van Rutherford
Elizabeth Toman
@mouse
Lakklynn Waters
Sina Aleardi
Thomas Oliver

[Elizabeth Toman]

Libby left one class and made her way to the next, not bothering to stop and talk to anyone, she had enough to think about with the homework given from the previous class that she didn't want to be bothered by other people right now, which made her a little more prissy toward the people who wouldn't get out of her way fast enough.

Reaching the drama classroom and walked in and beamed when she saw that the beanbags were back. Without a word, she strode over and claimed one ceremoniously before pulling out her notebook and pens, ready to get started, and eyeing everyone who walked in and sat down.

When the man started the class, she arched an eyebrow and then the other rose to join the first when he pulled out a basket. She frowned and shook her head with little humour in it as he turned the basket into a hat. She took the thing and looked at it with her eyebrow lifted again. She was tempted, oh so tempted, to just say it was a damned basket and get it over and done with, rather than irritate the teacher though, she gave an obviously forced smile, held the handle between thumb and forefinger and caused the basket to swing. "Oh look, it's a swing." She said through gritted teeth and handed the basket to the next person.

[Thomas Oliver]

Leaving one class, he wrapped his arm around his sister's shoulders when he spotted her in the hall and gave her a squeeze. "Too many deep thoughts for this time of the morning." He joked as he released her from his hug and they went their separate ways.

Tommy bounced into the drama classroom and swept the teacher a theatrical bow. "Good greetings, my lord." He straightened with a wolfish grin and walked over to flop down on a beanbag beside little miss priss, giving her a bright smile as he pulled his own book from his bag.

When the class started, he sat up a little straighter and listened. He'd always been pretty good at improv, kind of helped with the whole class clown thing. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as Libby's attempt at the assigned task, though his face split with a grin as he took the basket from her, flipped it over so that it was upside down, put the handle between his legs and beat out a rhythm on the bottom of the basket. "And just like that, it's a drum!" With a grin, he flipped it back over again and handed it to the person on the other side of him.

[Adonya van Rutherford]

Blythe hung her messenger bag over her shoulder and then left the classroom, stopping by the restroom before she headed to Drama class. She paused in the doorway, raised an eyebrow at the beanbags that had returned, and then went to perch on one, ignoring the fact that Libby and Tommy were the only students present. Libby was beneath her notice, and since Tommy had decided to sit with her, he was implicated in turn.

She pulled out a small notebook that she used for this class, as well as a pencil, which she stuck through the binding of said notebook. When Erik started the class, she smirked at the comment about the beanbags, knowing that many had bemoaned the loss when he'd first started teaching this class. Perhaps he wasn't too bad a teacher after all, if he could be molded.

When the basket came around to her, she shrugged, turning it upside down and holding it parallel to the ground, “It's a mushroom.” Not too creative, perhaps, but it played off of the basket's shape well enough, and she didn't really see the point of trying too hard. What was the point of this exercise, anyway? Swinging it right side up again, she handed it on to the next person.

[Sina Aleardi]

Sina waved at Kall as they split up, although she was upset about it. The Drama class had been split, and Kall and she had gone into the different sections... Leaving her with the drama queens. Wasn't that just great? She walked into the classroom and glanced around, feeling slightly at a loss for places to sit, especially with the small class, and the beanbags arranged. What was up with the beanbags? Finally, she went and settled on the beanbag next to Tommy, the only neutral party currently present. She knew him from trail class, so hopefully he wouldn't mind, and he hadn't shown any issues with Der either.

After sitting down, she set her backpack behind herself and next to Derecho, who lay along the shape of the beanbag, head by her leg. She didn't know if she'd need to take notes, so she opted for leaving her notebook in her bag for now, and watched the teacher, smiling briefly as he told the older students that he'd returned their beanbags. She hadn't been in this class before he'd started teaching, so it was probably something the old teacher had started, but she didn't mind. Beanbags were a nice change from desks.

As the activity to start the day was explained, an idea started forming in Sina's head, and she grinned, trying to gauge the size of the basket from where she sat. It should be big enough, although Der would hate her for it. As it passed around the circle, Sina set it on the ground and then asked Derecho for an 'in', smiling as the dog stepped over the handle and put his front feet into half of the basket before setting in his hind feet in the other half, stretched over the top of the handle, “It's a boat. Not a great one, but a boat nonetheless.” She nodded at Der and then asked him to return to his previous position, slipping him a piece of kibble while she passed the basket on to the next student.

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As soon as she entered Ellaer smiled, beanbags! Beanbags were fun, it gave her even more hope that the class would be fun. Well, funner she knew it was going to be fun. She moved to sit on the other side of the blonde haired girl sitting beside the boy(Sina), but didn't speak to her yet. The teacher said his name was Mr. Destler and Ellaer quickly opened her notebook and wrote down his name with 'drama' scrawled beside it. She then closed her book in a hurry, hoping that she wouldn't get in trouble for it. When Mr. Destler continued with a word to the people who were 'old' her forehead scrunched up. So beanbags were new but not new? Mr. Destler didn't like the beanbags? She didn't know but as he began to speak, Ellaer sat up straighter, with her eyes on her teacher as he began class.

She grinned when she heard what they were doing. She loved improv, and began to think of what she could do with the basket. The hat was already taken, so what else could she do? The first girl made it into a swing, though it looked forced. The boy next to the first girl made it into a drum and Ellaer grinned, typical boy. And so came a mushroom from the next girl, and from the girl beside her a wonderful boat, and as she passed the basket to her, Ellaer whispered, "Nice sailor."

For her improv, Ellaer put the handle of the basket over her head and held it there. "It's a hat." She grinned as she said it, before lifting it over her head, and passing it to the next student.